What Is There to Fear?

Su Qingluan picked up the pen and signed her name on the document without the slightest hesitation.

The scratch of the pen across the paper rang out clearly in the quiet restaurant, like the sealing of a pact of life and death.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Lu.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. Lu.”

Their voices sounded at the same time. There was none of the warmth of newlyweds, only a brief truce between hunter and prey after reaching an understanding.